The Love of Money II
Copyright© 2025 by MindSketch
Chapter 21: The House He Built
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 21: The House He Built - Marcus and the others are no longer just surviving the world—they’re shaping it. Erin has always known what she wants. Now she’s orchestrating it. Helen is learning that submission isn’t surrender. Bobbi, stripped of her old identity, stands at a crossroads. New women cross his path. Old ones return. Some hand him their heart. Some, a leash. Some, a knife in the back. And then there are the ones waiting for him to stumble. It's hard to rest when you have a target painted on your back.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Reluctant Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Rags To Riches BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Light Bond Rough Sadistic Spanking Group Sex Harem Orgy Interracial Black Female White Female Oriental Female Indian Female Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Exhibitionism Facial Massage Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Sex Toys Squirting Voyeurism Big Breasts Small Breasts Slow Violence
Friday, September 13th, 5:45 pm
Soft, pillowy lips touched mine in a velvet kiss that made my knees go weak.
A hand pressed against my chest.
My eyes fluttered open, and there was Natalie, lying over me.
She was stretched out next to me, her body completely nude. Her skin was molten next to mine, and her silky-smooth thigh lay across my thighs. Her plush lips left mine, and I felt the ache of their absence in my very core.
“There you are,” she whispered.
She smiled, warmth radiating from her gaze.
“Natalie? What are you—”
“Shhh,” she said. “Just enjoy it.”
I felt pressure on the cock. Gentle fingers wrapping around its girth.
Natalie’s fingers ran up and down my chest, and their gentle fingers slid through my hair, sending chills down my spine. I moaned to her lips as she kissed me again.
Wait...
How could she be holding my dick?
My eyes flew open for real this time, only ... it wasn’t a pair of deep, dark, warm eyes I was looking into. I stared up into a sea of hazel.
Clear skin. Almost translucent. Strands of red hair, their roots fading into brown.
Jessica.
Her mouth was unlike dream-Natalie’s. It was more insistent—feverish.
I felt the whisper of fabric on my skin. She wasn’t naked either.
I did feel her soft hand on my cock, though. Her fingers gently worked up and down my shaft.
The first feeling that shot through me was annoyance. I had just spent the day with three gorgeous women I wanted severely and had just been dreaming about one of them—one I had longed for for a year.
Imagine my disappointment to find it was my ex-girlfriend jerking me off. It was her lips on mine instead of the one I really wanted.
As my waking consciousness began to claw its way back into existence, the annoyance melted away. The simple fact was that I was horny. And while Jessica was no Erin, Helen, or Natalie—she was a beautiful girl.
I slid my hands to the back of her head, pulled her firmly against me, deepening the kiss. My tongue immediately demanded access, and she granted it without hesitation.
Jessica whimpered—low, throaty, full of desire for something like this to happen. I returned it with a low growl—less desire for the woman, and more for what she could do for me.
I tore my lips from her and pulled hard on her hair, forcing her to look away so I could have clear access to the gorgeous expanse of flawless ivory that was her neck.
Diving in, my teeth found her soft skin, and it gave way as I sank in. A small grunt poured from her lips—pain mixed with pleasure. I ignored it and did it again, lower. I sucked and bit and chewed my way down her pale throat, leaving a trail of destruction and saliva in my wake. My fingers fumbled at the window of her dress, immediately falling into the expanse of cleavage between her bountiful breasts. I slid my fingers inside her dress, clamped my hands around the soft flesh of her tit, and firmly released it from its confines. The strain was too much for the dress, and the single button that held the dress’s photo collar in place snapped, causing the front to spill open, releasing both tits.
My hands were busy with her tits as I continued to leave marks all over her fair skin, working my way down her collarbone into the hollow of her throat. My hands kneaded breasts too big for them, soft flesh spilling between my fingers as I ground her pale pink nipple against my palm. I clamped my fingers around that nipple and twisted, sinking my teeth into her neck just below her left ear.
She hissed in pain but didn’t say anything. She gripped the back of my head more firmly, her fingernails scraping across my scalp.
Still holding her hair firmly in my hand, I unceremoniously pushed her toward my crotch. Her fingers had been busy but erratic, and it just wasn’t enough.
She complied, stopping only briefly to press her lips against my chest, then my stomach, and then the sensitive side of my dick.
She was being too slow. Too gentle. I wasn’t having any of it.
I tightened my grip on her hair, placed my other hand on the back of her neck, and directed her mouth to the head of my cock.
The pressure of my tip against her cherry red lips was enough of a message—get on with it.
Jessica’s warm mouth surrounded the head of my cock as she swallowed it all. Half of my length was inside her in seconds. I groaned as my head fell back and hit the pillow. The feel of her tongue dragging along the sensitive underside was fucking incredible. I had a lot of feelings about Jessica that were hard to put into words, but one thing that was beyond certainty was that she knew how to blow me. Those weeklong visitations had paid off. We both lived on a budget, and after a few days of activities, we always found sex to be more affordable—and more fun. Jessica had learned a lot about what made me tick.
It quickly escalated from oral sex to skull fucking as the head of my cock penetrated her throat. My hands on the back of her head prevented her from having control, and the sound of her gagging around my length only drove me crazier with lust. Within a few minutes, I had almost my entire member down her throat, fucking it with the ferocity that left tears in her eyes as she tried to keep them on me. One hand worked the base of my shaft. Saliva ran down the corners of her mouth.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned, feeling my climax quickly approaching.
I pulled her head off my cock, and she gasped as she drank in blessed oxygen. Her hand immediately began to fly up and down my length, knowing the stakes.
“Here it comes,” I growled. “On your face.”
She obeyed, and a heartbeat later, my first load let loose across her pretty, flawless cheeks. The next one came moments later across the bridge of her nose. The third one shot across her forehead, some of it landing in her hair. The remainder painted her lips, cheeks, and chin until my dick finally calmed down.
I groaned and released the back of her neck.
Jessica immediately set to work kissing and licking my member, cleaning it of any residual seed. I tugged on her hair, forcing her to back off my dick, and ran my fingers along her face, gathering my warm spend and pressing it to her mouth. Jessica devoured all of it without me having to order. She was no Bobbi. Jess wanted me back, and she was starting to make it clear that she would do whatever it took to make that happen.
We stared at each other as she continued to lick and suck the cum off my fingers. Her movements became more languid, and her gaze, more heated. She stared at me with an expectant look in her eyes.
I knew what she wanted, but I wasn’t going to give her anything to work with.
When her unspoken request went unanswered, Jessica tried to slip her hand between her legs.
“No,” I growled. “Not until I say you can.”
She stared at me as if I’d asked her to bring me the moon.
“I’m dead serious.”
She bit her lip, looking at me imploringly. She could turn on the Bambi eyes so easily, and that would’ve worked on old Marcus.
But she had nothing on some of the other sirens in my life, and I was starting to wise up a little more.
I rolled both of us over so that I lay on top of her, my grip still firmly on her hair.
I noticed that I’d been too attentive to one side of her neck. The result was that half her neck looked like a patchwork of pink and purple teeth marks, while the other half looked completely unscathed.
That wouldn’t do.
I leaned down and sucked hard on a large swath of her pale skin, running my teeth across it and sinking them in until she groaned and whispered, “Marcus...”
I finally released her and brought my lips near her ear.
“Get yourself cleaned up. Then get back to work.”
“That’s it?” she asked as I walked across the bed on my knees and slid off the mattress.
“For now,” I said, taking a moment to look back at her, sprawled across my bed with her tits hanging out, covered in love bites.
“We’ll pick this up later.”
Friday, September 13th, 6:06 pm
The sun was positioned low in the sky as I emerged from the rooftop garden—a blazing golden disk that hung low in the western sky. It cast long shadows across my roof so that the shortest objects seemed a little larger. The cottonball clouds floating in the air were blushing colors from peach to soft amber, looking absolutely breathtaking on a backdrop of deep cerulean blue.
Everything was bathed in warmth. Skin glowed. Fabrics shimmered. My friends sat in a loose circle, talking and laughing as chill beats drifted from a small setup in the far corner. A table stood half-laden with food, and Camille was adjusting platters. Her lush lips moved silently as she counted.
The pool erupted as Natashya broke the surface, her hair snapping overhead and slapping her back in a wet arc—every ripple and droplet catching golden light.
Emily and Charity leaned against the railing across the water, chatting softly. Charity’s honeyed complexion and my sister’s pale ivory practically glowed in the last gasps of sunlight.
It was like stepping into a painting.
“Eeeeyyy!” Dillon raised a glass in the air as I walked over to them.
He was sitting sideways in one of the loungers with Erin on one side and Helen on the other. I immediately felt a twinge of something that could only be described as territorial, which I immediately pushed aside. Charity and I had spoken of trust issues, but I didn’t need to worry about Erin or Helen. If I could be sure of anything, it was that those two weren’t going anywhere.
“There’s the man of the hour!” Dillon said and tossed back the rest of his drink.
A few more cheers rose from the small circle—Kwan, Jonah, and Honey.
Helen immediately rose from her spot next to my best friend with a drink in each hand and approached me, a sultry smile on her face. She looked resplendent in a bright red bikini that left very little to the imagination. Her hair hung in soft, golden curls and layers around her shoulders, partially covering the only other article of clothing she wore—the collar I’d given her.
The look on Dillon’s face as he watched Helen’s ass away from him telegraphed his thoughts perfectly.
Then I remembered...
Last time, Helen had been largely removed from my house party shennanigans. Roger had still been an obstacle between us.
I was glad that was over.
Reaching me, Helen offered one of the drinks. I took it, but the way she gazed at me with those ice blue eyes ... I couldn’t resist a taste of her first. I grabbed her chin and brought our lips together, enjoying the feel of her tongue brushing against mine as they briefly danced together, and by the time the kiss was ended, we were inundated with whistles and catcalls.
“Thank you,” I said, taking a sip of Helen’s offering as I took another glance around.
Someone was missing.
“Where’s Bobbi?”
“In her room,” Helen sighed, as she looked around the rooftop. “At first glance, you would think she was a partier, but looks can be deceiving.”
“That won’t do,” I said.
Bobbi had been antisocial long enough. Part of her job was to sit around and be pretty, and she couldn’t do that if she stayed hidden away in her room. The look Helen gave me suggested that she knew what I was thinking.
“You want me to retrieve her,” she said. It wasn’t a question as much as a conclusion.
“I just want her outside for a while. At least an hour. If she still looks completely miserable, then I’ll let her go, but considering how little responsibility she has, I’m sure she can manage at least that much.”
“I’ll be back, then,” Helen said, giving me a vulpine smile that suggested she would enjoy toying with her pet while at the party.
She gave me one more kiss. Her fingers caressed my face as she walked by, her eyes holding my gaze a moment longer before breaking away to fulfill my request. I watched her firm ass sway as she left me.
I wasn’t the only one.
“Bro!” Dillon slapped me on the shoulder, having gotten up while I’d been distracted. “That’s your fucking lawyer!”
“Yeah,” I said distractedly, still watching her retreat.
“I had to hire a lawyer once,” Dillon went on as if he had my undivided attention. “She looked like my grandma.”
“Is your grandma fine like Helen?” Erin asked, finally pulling my attention away from the blonde.
“Nah!” Dillon said. “She looks like dried leather! Love her though! She can bake—”
He grabbed my arm, his eyes alight with what he thought was a brilliant idea. “Dude! You should hire my grandma to just bake for you all the time!”
“Fuck no!” I said, walking back to the rest of the group. “I’d be so fat...”
I’d had some of her baked goods before; they weren’t meant to be ignored.
I slid into Dillon’s vacant seat beside Erin. She looked up at me with the slow-blooming satisfaction of someone who’d just won a private bet. Her shoulder brushed me, and her face hovered inches from mine, dark eyes gleaming.
“Glad you could make it,” she said, voice low and warm.
“Thanks,” I murmured. “Did you send Jess to wake me up?”
“No. That was Emiko,” Erin replied, nodding toward the table where the elegant woman was mid-conversation with a young man holding a camera. Her hair was piled on top of her head, showing off a pale neck. She was laughing at something and lightly touching the man’s hand—the definition of charm.
“Why?” Erin asked, watching me watch them.
“Because, she gave me one hell of a wake-up...”
“Aww,” Erin purred. “Was she good?”
I turned back to her slowly, letting the silence stretch. “She wasn’t you.”
That did it. A flush rose in her cheeks, and her grin took on something more genuine and proud. “Charmer,” she said under her breath.
I took a moment to run my fingers through her hair as I pressed my forehead to hers, letting us settle into that sweet moment for a beat longer. Then I turned my attention back to Emiko. “We have a photographer?”
“Charity’s call,” Erin said, resting her hands on my shoulder so she could prop her chin on it. “She said you wanted this well-documented.”
“Hey!” Jonah interrupted, leaning closer to me. “We all want to know what happened in Norway.”
“Yeah,” Honey said, leaning forward along with her boyfriend. Her massive breasts threatened to spill out of her tiny, sky blue bikini top—they looked more like undersized hammocks precariously holding watermelons. “Erin and Helen were telling us you were in a gunfight?”
Dillon settled back down to listen as I began recounting to them the events that transpired in the forest. I told them about being shoved out of a helicopter after it had been hit with a rocket ... how I’d parachuted to the ground, fought some mercenary, found Chloe being held by other mercs, and how we’d spent days there trying to stay dry and warm.
Halfway through my retelling, Vikram was led onto the roof by one of my security along with Venus. They were another couple who were quickly becoming a serious item thanks to attending an event at my house. Both seemed really interested in my story, so I started it over. Obviously, I left out certain details like having sex with Chloe, flirting with Astrid, or confronting her after we were rescued. Most of it was safe, though, and I enjoyed their reactions.
As I settled back in the seat and regaled them with the tale of my near miss with death, more people showed up. Helen had returned with Bobbi, who looked less than pleased to be there. However, I watched as she flounced over to the pool where Emily and Natashya sat talking, wearing a skimpy but tasteful red-and-white two-piece. Chandler showed up and was immediately intercepted by Helen, who had him charmed and laughing in moments. Even Jessica made an appearance, looking like she’d freshened up before taking on the classic role of the maid. She walked around with a tray and asked guests if they needed anything.
Eventually, Erin got up from her position and left, saying she had some things to take care of. Honey, Jonah, and Dillon decided to freshen their drinks ... That left me, Vikram, Venus, and Kwan.
My Korean American friend had just been asking me about the castle, and since this was one area where Vikram could contribute, I let him take the reins.
“You wouldn’t believe it,” Vikram said. “There are so many rooms on the top two floors alone!” He looked at me and shook his head. “I honestly don’t know what you’re going to do with all that space.”
“I can’t believe you got to stay in a Scottish castle!” Venus said. “You guys get to live such a glamorous life.”
“Weren’t you doing a shoot in Spain six months ago?” Vikram asked.
Venus waved him off. “That was for work! I barely saw anything while I was there! It’s not the same.”
Her English was good, but I picked up a hint of an accent. Greek, maybe?
Before I could ask, a body dropped into the space Erin had vacated—Rose. She gave me a brilliant smile as she leaned in so close that I thought she was about to kiss me.
“Well, hello, world traveler,” she teased.
I couldn’t help but grin. I liked Rose. She was always so easygoing—never a hint of drama from this one. She was slender with subtle curves ... breasts that were barely a handful, hips with a gentle slope, and a small, shapely ass. Her skin was the color of dark chocolate, with eyes even darker.
“Hey there,” I said back.
Vikram was still going on about the castle. “Seriously, you should see it at sunset.”
“Vikram,” I cut in, “why don’t you show her instead of just telling her about it?”
Vikram just stared at me blankly.
“There’s probably some more work that needs to be done on the finalization of the purchase,” I shrugged. “Why don’t you take Venus and go out there next week? Show her around.”
“I don’t think the partners would appreciate me leaving the country so suddenly.”
I leveled my gaze at him and said, “Vikram, I own your bosses.”
Well, I owned one of them anyway...
Vikram stared at me blankly for a moment, then shot a look at Venus, who appeared to be on the verge of coming out of her skin.
“Seriously?” he asked.
“Seriously,” I replied.
Venus literally squealed, stood up, and dragged Vikram off as she said something about celebratory drinks while they planned their trip. My lawyer friend gave me a dopey grin as his girlfriend hauled him off.
I felt Rose slip an arm through mine. Her long nails drew light patterns over my wrist as she batted her eyelashes up at me.
“Did you really buy a castle?”
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